Lyrics:

Chorus:
Show the world Christianity ain’t a gimmick
Let em know that we don’t just spit it we live it
We got the Good News, we ready to give it
Roll out, for Christ we sold out, no doubt
Roll out, all of my soldiers push your hands up inna di air
Salvation expensive and dear
Speak the word without fear, we gone clear
We find a new gear
V.1
From the hood to your ends to your borough
Don’t matter if you living it grand or living it gutter
To my peeps in the Jeeps with the chromed-out, black tints
Fat system leaving your rear views trembling
Hear Christ beckoning from Brixton to Beckenham
My lips will be repping Him till they say I’m deafening
Till the Day of Reckoning it’s Jesus I recommend
Ezekiel said he saw Him seated above the cherubim
Many ain’t hearing Him even though He got the cure for them
We preach about life and death and they say that we’re disturbing them
When we up in the booth, we spitting the truth
Like them Philly dudes we bout to put the cross on the move
Roll out!
V.2
God donated life like an organ
He don’t change like summer to autumn
Jesus the topic we talk on
He’s the door, the floor, the rock we walk on
Yeah and I’m all up in it
It’s about to jump off in a minute
And Christ we mimic
And Tryumf just like you I’ve been pushed to the limit
Like cream, His cares intensive
You can’t buy, it it’s real expensive
And it’s real extensive, climbing over walls and fences
Never let a blind man lead me
Christ won’t leave me
Bread alone won’t feed me
Picking up the cross ain’t easy
You know it ain’t light
It’s gonna take all of your might
Prepare for the fight
Though it’s dark in the night
The finishing line’s in sight
Matthew 28, there’s no doubt
Real disciples, calling them out
Out the world we’re hauling them out
And like red carpet rolling them out
V.3
Say man a real God man
Reaching out to all ah di so called bad man
Mi deh pon di mic
On top a di riddim
Si down pon di version
Ready fi show dem about di Death an di Resurrection
Of di Lord who a mi Light an Salvation
Mek mi tell you somting about di one
King Jesus Christ who mek di transaction
Wid Him blood pey di price fi each an everyone
Black or white, not even matter which part you come from
Whatever you done an how much time you did
Ah rinse di magnum, kill fi fun wait deh man
Ah who dat a come?
Dem mussi tink seh Christ Him did a done
When Him come back ah bear fire fi blaze an bun
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